The ground under the snow is bumpy, so be careful when walking. Jenkins is not afraid, he is as dexterous as a cat in his arms, and Miss Mihail shifts the center of gravity of her body slightly towards Jenkins.
The woman's blond hair, protruding from the lace fringe of the velvet hat, brushed Jenkins' face. He felt it, and thought it would be more comfortable when the chocolate tail swept across his face.
The wind in the night was slightly cold, and a few dead trees suddenly grew in the cemetery, and the scorched branches looked like strange hands with teeth and claws. All these add a bit of weird atmosphere to the cemetery.
An unknown noble girl was walking behind. Instead of supporting her male companion, she grabbed Jenkins' left arm, which was holding a cane, with her hand.
He glanced back, and the pretty girl smiled apologetically.
Shrugging his shoulders, he didn't say anything.
Miss Lindsay should have prepared in advance, because there is no dust in the stone house with a hole in the roof.
The servants moved the few chairs and small tables leaning against the wall to the center with ease, and someone lit the stove in the room.
There was no room for so many people here, so when everything was cleared away, besides the young people who had come to play, there were only three maids standing by the wall to tend the fire.
Jenkins glanced, and the three benefactors were not far outside the house... In the corner of his vision, he seemed to see a spell item with a dazzling yellow aura.
The yellow color was very close to Jenkins, and he was taken aback for a moment, thinking that there were precious items left by the predecessors in the house. But when I observed again, I found that the aura came from the inside of the package that Miss Lindsay was holding.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I knew in my heart that I might encounter some troubles tonight.
"Didn't you use your Ouija board today?"
He asked softly to the sitting blonde woman.
As the women sat down, it occurred to Jenkins that the chairs would be cold in this weather, and that careless servants had forgotten to bring cushions. So he rubbed his hands on Miss Michel's chair a few times, in fact warming it with a flame for a few seconds.
This action has kept the woman from speaking to Jenkins until now.
He doubted himself and accidentally touched a social taboo.
Under the light of the fire, Miss Michel's face was a little reddish, which was due to the light.
"It was brought by Laura."
"Was that Ouija board also bought in the old shop you mentioned?"
"Yes."
The corner of his mouth twitched. He thought that the Ouija board he was going to use was Miss Michel's. It seems that I should find time to visit that store recently.
The Ouija board that Miss Lindsay took out was exactly the same as the Ouija board that Miss Michel had asked her father to identify. But whether it is a Ouija board, a figurine or a drop-shaped Ouija board, the spiritual light is extremely strong.
Since Uncle didn't pass Miss Michael's one, think of similarly numbered items. Then this Ouija board is likely to be an item that was born recently and has not been discovered by the Orthodox Church.
Since it wasn't a creepy thing, Jenkins inevitably had the idea of possessing it.
"My friends!"
Miss Lindsay had begun to speak, and the young men looked at her.
"Thank you very much for coming to the game so late. We are all pioneers in pursuit of mystery and the unknown, psychic, divination or prophecy, these are all things we are willing to try, in..."
There she gave a speech that was similar to a speech, and Jenkins listened casually, wondering when the group would turn over.
He has already decided to tell Hathaway about this, and ask her to warn Miss Mihail not to associate with this group of people again.
In the conversation, Jenkins also knew that they had done some crazier things, and Miss Mihaile had only recently joined in, and this was the first time she and this group of people had come out. This group of young people has been testing the edge of danger for many years, and maybe they will all fall next time.
The psychic board is not too big, so there are only eight ladies participating in the psychic game, and the men are either sitting on the side or leaning on the wall to watch them. In short, there were only eight women left at the round table.
"Hey, Mr. Williamette, do you also believe in the Great Sage?"
The man standing with Jenkins asked, and the introduction at dinner told him that this was a pianist, and he was a very famous one. The old Williams once took the whole family to his concert. The man also came with a lady, but he didn't seem interested in such an event.
"Of course."
As he spoke, he drew the holy emblem of the goddess on his chest. In fact, they were watching the round table, and Miss Lindsay was telling them some taboos, such as keeping fingers off the board before the invited guests were sent away.
Jenkins knew nothing about psychic abilities, and he didn't know how the Ouija board in their hands could work. But since it's not a benefactor, playing around casually shouldn't cause too much danger, right
"I'm also a sage's believer!"
Mr. Kevin, the pianist next to Jenkins, was still talking.
"Oh? I thought a musician like you would choose [Wonderful Movement] as his belief."
"In fact, the sage's priesthood also has a music-related part."
He explained it this way.
Jenkins also knows this. In fact, there is a lot of overlap among the gods, especially the clergy of the righteous gods and the false gods. This is also one of the problems he finds it difficult to understand.
Mr. Kevin also wants to talk to Jenkins about literature, and he knows who Jenkins is, but the ladies' game is on.
According to the strange way that they don't know where they learned, they each put their right hands on the plank, and put their left hands on the shoulders of the person next to them.
"The souls of the dead, the dead wandering on the edge of the world, please answer our call..."
As Miss Lindsay led the passage, the other girls began to repeat it. Some people closed their eyes piously, while others secretly observed other people's reactions with a laugh.
Jenkins watched the scene vigilantly, but did not find any signs of activation of the items in their hands for the time being.
When the call was over, the eight women tried to chant the name of the ghost they were trying to channel - Marguerite Stephanie Villet. This is a very famous female evil spirit, which has appeared in legends and stories all over the mainland. But the old man said that the powerful evil spirit with this name had been sealed in the crevice subspace of the real world long ago in the last era.